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that’s the whole point….
Aside from forgetting the names of people, things, places and events during conversations, which failing I have decided is probably a good thing, my memory is as good as the gear box in a rarely used classic car; hard to … Continue reading
Posted in 2018, asparagus, Boiled eggs, Cooking, Digital photography, Drinks, food, Food and Photography, Food photographer, France, Hard boiled eggs, Humour, Memory, Photography, photography course, Photography holiday, Sancerre, Seasons, Uncategorized, Wine, Writing
Tagged Asparagus, cars, food, Humour, Memory, Photography, Wine, woody Allen
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breaking eggs badly…the box set
As a cook, it is not unusual for me to find myself uncomfortably perched on the pointy bits of the dilemma which involves guessing an egg’s age. Not unlike ourselves, eggs of different ages behave very differently and I find that I … Continue reading
Posted in 2015, Boiled eggs, Cooking, Cuisine bourgeoise, Digital photography, Drinks, Eggs, food, Food and Photography, Food photographer, France, Hard boiled eggs, Humour, omelette, Photography, Uncategorized, wine, Writing, yolks
Tagged Caligula, clear thinking, cooking, digital photography, food, Food photographer, France, Hannibal Lector, hard boiled eggs, Henry VIII, Humour, Photography, Westward'ho, writing
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Getting a bit crusty with Ottolenghi…..
As a rule, it is unusual for me to find either TV chefs or lumps of cooked egg white enjoyable. There’s a relentlessness about television presenters, that may well be part of their training, which serves to quickly remove any … Continue reading
Posted in 2014, anchovies, Art photography, Baking, Boiled eggs, Cheddar, Cheese, Cookery Writers, Cooking, creme fraiche, Eggs, Excellence, Expectation, food, Food and Photography, Food photographer, Herbs and Spices, Olive oil, Photography, photography course, Pie, Recipes, Vegetables, warm vegetable pies, Writing, Yotam Ottolenghi
Tagged baking, clear thinking, cookery books, cooking, delicious confection, digital photography, food, Food photographer, France, Humour, Photography course, recipe, short pastry, simple logic, spices, television presenters, TV chefs, vegetarian, vegetarian recipe, writing, Yotam Ottolenghi
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saying the C word loudly…..CLUCK, OH CLUCKING CLUCK
I can well understand the clucking of hens a laying and I am in awe of the stoicism that prevents them from declaring more stridently.Just considering the concept of a life spent passing objects the size of one’s head ( … Continue reading
Posted in 2014, Boiled eggs, Breakfast, cafe, Cooking, Digital photography, Dreams, Drinks, Eggs, food, Food and Photography, Food photographer, France, Hard boiled eggs, Photography, photography course, Uncategorized, wine, Writing
Tagged digital photography, food, Food photographer, France, French market, hard boiled egg, Hens' teeth, Humour, Muscadet, palate, Photography, Photography course, red wine, Stoicism, writing
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Eight bells and all’s well….not totally accurate on the bell count, but OK otherwise….
Another year has been added to the time that I have spent breathing the air of this world. I have reached a biblical point in the scribe’s view of our allotted time and so I am metaphorically putting fingers in … Continue reading
Posted in 2014, Boiled eggs, Breakfast, Chicken, Chicken, Cooking, Cutlery, Digital photography, Eggs, food, Food and Photography, Food photographer, France, Humour, Photography, photography course, Poultry, Sunday, Sunday breakfast, Sunday lunch, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged a leg and an arm, Birthdays, Bras, Breakfast, clear thinking, cooking, delicious confection, Diane Keaton, digital photography, Emmaus, Emmaus. Emmaus, food, Food photographer, France, Humour, Junk shops, Photography course, Portia, Pound of flesh, Shylock, Uma Thurman, woody Allen, writing
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Always on a Sunday….
Sunday is about breakfast. If it’s done properly, like sex between Sting and Trudie, it can last all day but, as with all day sex, the salt begins to lose its savour after an hour or two…maybe that’s old age. Eating is … Continue reading
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